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Guilty Pleasures: Part II
The room was dark with the only permitted light was those from the two back windows, which couldn't have been much help since it was 7:00pm in the afternoon. The freezing rain/hail sliding down the glass curtain less windows gave the room a luminescent blue-ish glow. And except for the huge bed mounted with pillows and duvets of the clearest shade of white, with a door leading to a closet and bathroom, the room represented what he was: a bachelor. No decorations except for the absolute necessary.
The girl's clothes were stained with blood when he first brought her here. Probably from that guy Kiley. Cloud worked with him occasionally. Thought he was the most annoying man alive, hated his guts. Being able to knock him out had been one of the perks. Extremely odd for an assassin as deadly as Cloud, he couldn't stand blood. The minute the girl got in the apartment he called Jullie over to get her changed. Reluctant at first she later agreed after being promised to be paid back to the 'fullest of his abilities.' She left a few minutes ago, clearly pissed that her place in his bed was taken. It wouldn't have pissed her off as much if the girl were ugly: but she was gorgeous. Then again, so were all the other girls Cloud fucked.
Cloud took a chair and faced it backwards to the bed, then sat down resting his arms on the back of the chair. Cloud stared at her, trying to see right through her. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to let down his guard; he was getting too tired for this shit.
Flashback
' A boy about 15 with spiky blonde hair and alarming blue eyes contrasted against the Nibelheim night setting. He ran to his house and stopped briefly at his front door, hesitant for a second. He let out a sigh under his breath and he quickly made his way inside trying to make a clean break to his room. He put a guarding hand over his left cheek and ran for the stairs. "Cloud?" his mother half called half demanded. She didn't know what has gotten into her son lately, but she was tired of trying to keep up with his teenage hormones. He ignored his mom and ran harder up the stairs finding his room door and opening it in a rush, and slamming it back to its place. Once inside he let down his left hand and slides down the door, leaving a hint of blood trailing down with him. He covered his face in his arms. He sat huddled up for awhile panting, as he let tears of frustration come down his face like he always let them. He was such a wuss. Maybe the bullies had a right to say that to him...for what he did to Tifa. But that was 5 years ago. I was just a kid. 'I hate you Tifa, Tifa I swear to God I hate you!!'' End
Cloud opened his eyes to an anxious Tifa looking at him. He knew her name. He knew every fucking thing about her. She covered herself with the blankets, so only her eyes were showing. They looked frightened. That's when he realized his eyes have turned an eerie green. It happened in moments of extreme emotions: love, hate, jealousy, passion, etc.
'He looks so angry.' Tifa thought. He must've realized it because just as his green eyes glinted, they retreated back to its unearthly blue.
'She probably doesn't know it.' He thought. She was shivering, and her eyes were wide open. Just staring at him. "Hey." He tried, looking at her lazily, giving her the impression he was bored.
"Hmm." She meant to say hi, but her tongue felt heavy, and her lips seemed to stick together. Clouds got up from were he was sitting and looked at her funny. That's when she noticed he was shirtless.
'Did I sound stupid?' She tried to rethink how she must've sounded when she tried to say hi, and blushed cause she knew she probably sounded like a stupid model airhead, who would get completely tongue tied seeing a gorgeous guy, shirtless. But then again, he'd probably know it's also because she was scared out of her mind about this guy that kidnapped her.
A cell phone rang which Cloud picked him. He looked at the caller ID, and then chose to click the 'Ignore Call' button.
"Come on." He beckoned over his shoulder as he went towards the doorway. He stopped and leaned against it looking at her. She shouldn't follow. But she had no choice. And for an odd reason...she felt safest with him than anyone she had met in her life. She sat on the edge of the bed trying to pull down the shorts she was wearing so he wouldn't be able to see her ass once she stood up. She was wearing a red tank top, which she felt like her chest was practically spilling out of, and matching red 'booty' short. She didn't remember owning this.
Cloud could see her practically blush from her cheeks, radiating down to her whole body. She refused to meet his gaze. He let out a low chuckle and made sure she couldn't hear it.
"I didn't change your clothes, if that's what your wondering. Someone named Jullie came and helped you out. You were half awake at the time, almost like you were in a drunken stupor. So you weren't completely unaware." Cloud said with a wicked grin on his face.
She prayed to God that 'Jullie" was in fact a female. And a straight one too. Oh well, that's one more person she could add along the list of designers, etc, that saw her naked. She got up with a pissed off face as she made her way to the door. Then remembering this wasn't her house, she took a more cautious approach. She didn't want some strange men to be lounging around the apartment that might look at her funny and try to pull something. Or get the impression that this guy, what was his name again?, thought they were doing ANYTHING.
She was pleased to find out they were the only two in the place. She turned around and met his gaze.
"If your going to look at my ass, you could at least do it more discreetly." She snapped back.
"Feisty, I like that in my women." He said with a seductive smile. She turned around looking more pissed off then ever, but he was sure he saw a defiant blush creep up. What's the point in females wearing short shorts if they don't want you to look?
Tifa...was on her way home. She was sitting there, having lunch with Cloud, then sent home in this taxi. He, apparently, took her to his apartment because he needed to be able to make a...proposition in private with her. If he did it anywhere near public, the press and paparazzi would have a picnic with it. He needed someone to marry within the next 3 months to unlock his 1 billion dollar inheritance his no good father left him, his mother, and stepbrother in his will before he died. He really didn't need the cash, but the thought of his stepbrother getting it was sickening. He apologized smugly for kidnapping her to tell her all this, but he figured she could use a publicity stunt.
'Cloud... I can't believe this is the first time I've actually seen you. No wonder you became a top model.' She couldn't help bringing back the thoughts of a shirtless lean muscled Cloud back into her mind over and over, and feeling the need and want to be able to reach out in her fantasies and run her fingers down his back...
The cab came to a stop as she made her way out the door, handing the fare to him. It was kind of hard to walk considering the whirlwind that was laid upon her and Cloud making her betray her own thoughts.
She walked to the elevator noticing a few more glances and whispers being passed haughtily through some of the regular residence at the hotel. Which was weird because this hotel was exclusive to only the rich and fabulous so no one REALLY gaped at one another. Once she sauntered out of the elevator she went down the hall towards her room. She paid attention to each footstep she made with her high heels clicking on the marbled surface. She was wearing a jacket she borrowed from Cloud. It came down stopping just below her ass, not really covering anything that much, but it was like a safety blanket to Tifa to avoid prying eyes, and hungry stares. She twisted the knob to the unlocked door.
Aeris and Yuffie were at the kitchen table. Aeris was sitting down looking a bit pale, and Yuffie was leaning over the table grinning like a banshee. In the middle seemed to be a newspaper. They were staring at her, not really expecting anyone to say anything, just........silence.
Tifa thought to say something to break the tension, and then she realized she didn't have the strength to explain anything. She lifted a hand and did a shy wave.
Aeris tried to plaster a false smile as she slide the magazine down the table towards Tifa. She walked over. Deep breath, listen to your own footsteps. She found the more she concentrated on each step, the clumsier she felt. She took off her jacket slowly while looking at the paper. There she was, in front of a cab. It would all pass off as harmless if it wasn't for the fact there was a gorgeous blonde hugging her from behind, rubbing his hands up and down her arms trying to keep her warm. He was leaning in and giving her a peck on the neck all the while her being scantily clad like she just came from a major jerking off session. If the cameras stayed a little longer, they would have seen the large lump Cloud had on his head for pulling a stunt like that.
Tifa thought to say something than realization washed over her. Tifa clasped her hands over her mouth.
"Where the hell is Kiley!"
She didn't remember him. When he first told her his name, all she could say was she recognized his name for his career. She didn't know who the hell he was. And that pissed him off. Badly. This whole thing pissed him off. He never planned on nor wanted to ever fucking see her again. And here she was looking strikingly beautiful to add to his annoyance. He wanted her and he knew it and wasn't going to hide it.
If he was going to fake being married to her later on, he was going to make it clear he didn't plan on doing the whole celibacy thing while dating her. They agreed to use the whole 3 months dating, trying to make their love look real for the cameras. But why did Shinra always have to make everything so fucked up and difficult. He didn't plan on asking her to be the one to carry out the charade. Her name was too recognized then he wanted it to be. But Shinra declined any use for her at the last second without explanation.
There's fate working for you. He needed a good excuse, not to mention a shred believable for why he kidnapped her. And he did need to unlock an inheritance so why not kill two birds with one stone?
She was skeptical at first, but they would go over the provisions at lunch today, starting with the fact that he would share some of the money with her. It sounded far-fetched for what he did to Kiley and how he brought her to tell her all this, but she for the most part believed it.
He put on the basics, (boxers, socks, deodorant, etc.) some baggy black jeans, and a simple blue shirt as he came out of the shower. He offered Tifa to shower with him before she left but he couldn't imagine why she refused to.
'Maybe she was too sleepy.' This was going to be too much for him.
She left a while ago, and he was still lying around on his bed smelling the pillows. She smelled like lavender mixed with a vanilla smell. He loved it. He always loved it. But he always couldn't have it. Maybe her not remembering him was a good thing. He could start over with her. Make her fall for him...then dump her heart all over the place. What goes around comes around, after all. Cloud groaned as he slid a hand down his face. He looked to his left at the bedside clock. 1:30pm. He had a photo shoot at 1:50pm. Vincent was going to chew his ass off for this one.
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Guilty Pleasures: Part II
The room was dark with the only permitted light was those from the two back windows, which couldn't have been much help since it was 7:00pm in the afternoon. The freezing rain/hail sliding down the glass curtain less windows gave the room a luminescent blue-ish glow. And except for the huge bed mounted with pillows and duvets of the clearest shade of white, with a door leading to a closet and bathroom, the room represented what he was: a bachelor. No decorations except for the absolute necessary.
The girl's clothes were stained with blood when he first brought her here. Probably from that guy Kiley. Cloud worked with him occasionally. Thought he was the most annoying man alive, hated his guts. Being able to knock him out had been one of the perks. Extremely odd for an assassin as deadly as Cloud, he couldn't stand blood. The minute the girl got in the apartment he called Jullie over to get her changed. Reluctant at first she later agreed after being promised to be paid back to the 'fullest of his abilities.' She left a few minutes ago, clearly pissed that her place in his bed was taken. It wouldn't have pissed her off as much if the girl were ugly: but she was gorgeous. Then again, so were all the other girls Cloud fucked.
Cloud took a chair and faced it backwards to the bed, then sat down resting his arms on the back of the chair. Cloud stared at her, trying to see right through her. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to let down his guard; he was getting too tired for this shit.
Flashback
' A boy about 15 with spiky blonde hair and alarming blue eyes contrasted against the Nibelheim night setting. He ran to his house and stopped briefly at his front door, hesitant for a second. He let out a sigh under his breath and he quickly made his way inside trying to make a clean break to his room. He put a guarding hand over his left cheek and ran for the stairs. "Cloud?" his mother half called half demanded. She didn't know what has gotten into her son lately, but she was tired of trying to keep up with his teenage hormones. He ignored his mom and ran harder up the stairs finding his room door and opening it in a rush, and slamming it back to its place. Once inside he let down his left hand and slides down the door, leaving a hint of blood trailing down with him. He covered his face in his arms. He sat huddled up for awhile panting, as he let tears of frustration come down his face like he always let them. He was such a wuss. Maybe the bullies had a right to say that to him...for what he did to Tifa. But that was 5 years ago. I was just a kid. 'I hate you Tifa, Tifa I swear to God I hate you!!'' End
Cloud opened his eyes to an anxious Tifa looking at him. He knew her name. He knew every fucking thing about her. She covered herself with the blankets, so only her eyes were showing. They looked frightened. That's when he realized his eyes have turned an eerie green. It happened in moments of extreme emotions: love, hate, jealousy, passion, etc.
'He looks so angry.' Tifa thought. He must've realized it because just as his green eyes glinted, they retreated back to its unearthly blue.
'She probably doesn't know it.' He thought. She was shivering, and her eyes were wide open. Just staring at him. "Hey." He tried, looking at her lazily, giving her the impression he was bored.
"Hmm." She meant to say hi, but her tongue felt heavy, and her lips seemed to stick together. Clouds got up from were he was sitting and looked at her funny. That's when she noticed he was shirtless.
'Did I sound stupid?' She tried to rethink how she must've sounded when she tried to say hi, and blushed cause she knew she probably sounded like a stupid model airhead, who would get completely tongue tied seeing a gorgeous guy, shirtless. But then again, he'd probably know it's also because she was scared out of her mind about this guy that kidnapped her.
A cell phone rang which Cloud picked him. He looked at the caller ID, and then chose to click the 'Ignore Call' button.
"Come on." He beckoned over his shoulder as he went towards the doorway. He stopped and leaned against it looking at her. She shouldn't follow. But she had no choice. And for an odd reason...she felt safest with him than anyone she had met in her life. She sat on the edge of the bed trying to pull down the shorts she was wearing so he wouldn't be able to see her ass once she stood up. She was wearing a red tank top, which she felt like her chest was practically spilling out of, and matching red 'booty' short. She didn't remember owning this.
Cloud could see her practically blush from her cheeks, radiating down to her whole body. She refused to meet his gaze. He let out a low chuckle and made sure she couldn't hear it.
"I didn't change your clothes, if that's what your wondering. Someone named Jullie came and helped you out. You were half awake at the time, almost like you were in a drunken stupor. So you weren't completely unaware." Cloud said with a wicked grin on his face.
She prayed to God that 'Jullie" was in fact a female. And a straight one too. Oh well, that's one more person she could add along the list of designers, etc, that saw her naked. She got up with a pissed off face as she made her way to the door. Then remembering this wasn't her house, she took a more cautious approach. She didn't want some strange men to be lounging around the apartment that might look at her funny and try to pull something. Or get the impression that this guy, what was his name again?, thought they were doing ANYTHING.
She was pleased to find out they were the only two in the place. She turned around and met his gaze.
"If your going to look at my ass, you could at least do it more discreetly." She snapped back.
"Feisty, I like that in my women." He said with a seductive smile. She turned around looking more pissed off then ever, but he was sure he saw a defiant blush creep up. What's the point in females wearing short shorts if they don't want you to look?
Tifa...was on her way home. She was sitting there, having lunch with Cloud, then sent home in this taxi. He, apparently, took her to his apartment because he needed to be able to make a...proposition in private with her. If he did it anywhere near public, the press and paparazzi would have a picnic with it. He needed someone to marry within the next 3 months to unlock his 1 billion dollar inheritance his no good father left him, his mother, and stepbrother in his will before he died. He really didn't need the cash, but the thought of his stepbrother getting it was sickening. He apologized smugly for kidnapping her to tell her all this, but he figured she could use a publicity stunt.
'Cloud... I can't believe this is the first time I've actually seen you. No wonder you became a top model.' She couldn't help bringing back the thoughts of a shirtless lean muscled Cloud back into her mind over and over, and feeling the need and want to be able to reach out in her fantasies and run her fingers down his back...
The cab came to a stop as she made her way out the door, handing the fare to him. It was kind of hard to walk considering the whirlwind that was laid upon her and Cloud making her betray her own thoughts.
She walked to the elevator noticing a few more glances and whispers being passed haughtily through some of the regular residence at the hotel. Which was weird because this hotel was exclusive to only the rich and fabulous so no one REALLY gaped at one another. Once she sauntered out of the elevator she went down the hall towards her room. She paid attention to each footstep she made with her high heels clicking on the marbled surface. She was wearing a jacket she borrowed from Cloud. It came down stopping just below her ass, not really covering anything that much, but it was like a safety blanket to Tifa to avoid prying eyes, and hungry stares. She twisted the knob to the unlocked door.
Aeris and Yuffie were at the kitchen table. Aeris was sitting down looking a bit pale, and Yuffie was leaning over the table grinning like a banshee. In the middle seemed to be a newspaper. They were staring at her, not really expecting anyone to say anything, just........silence.
Tifa thought to say something to break the tension, and then she realized she didn't have the strength to explain anything. She lifted a hand and did a shy wave.
Aeris tried to plaster a false smile as she slide the magazine down the table towards Tifa. She walked over. Deep breath, listen to your own footsteps. She found the more she concentrated on each step, the clumsier she felt. She took off her jacket slowly while looking at the paper. There she was, in front of a cab. It would all pass off as harmless if it wasn't for the fact there was a gorgeous blonde hugging her from behind, rubbing his hands up and down her arms trying to keep her warm. He was leaning in and giving her a peck on the neck all the while her being scantily clad like she just came from a major jerking off session. If the cameras stayed a little longer, they would have seen the large lump Cloud had on his head for pulling a stunt like that.
Tifa thought to say something than realization washed over her. Tifa clasped her hands over her mouth.
"Where the hell is Kiley!"
She didn't remember him. When he first told her his name, all she could say was she recognized his name for his career. She didn't know who the hell he was. And that pissed him off. Badly. This whole thing pissed him off. He never planned on nor wanted to ever fucking see her again. And here she was looking strikingly beautiful to add to his annoyance. He wanted her and he knew it and wasn't going to hide it.
If he was going to fake being married to her later on, he was going to make it clear he didn't plan on doing the whole celibacy thing while dating her. They agreed to use the whole 3 months dating, trying to make their love look real for the cameras. But why did Shinra always have to make everything so fucked up and difficult. He didn't plan on asking her to be the one to carry out the charade. Her name was too recognized then he wanted it to be. But Shinra declined any use for her at the last second without explanation.
There's fate working for you. He needed a good excuse, not to mention a shred believable for why he kidnapped her. And he did need to unlock an inheritance so why not kill two birds with one stone?
She was skeptical at first, but they would go over the provisions at lunch today, starting with the fact that he would share some of the money with her. It sounded far-fetched for what he did to Kiley and how he brought her to tell her all this, but she for the most part believed it.
He put on the basics, (boxers, socks, deodorant, etc.) some baggy black jeans, and a simple blue shirt as he came out of the shower. He offered Tifa to shower with him before she left but he couldn't imagine why she refused to.
'Maybe she was too sleepy.' This was going to be too much for him.
She left a while ago, and he was still lying around on his bed smelling the pillows. She smelled like lavender mixed with a vanilla smell. He loved it. He always loved it. But he always couldn't have it. Maybe her not remembering him was a good thing. He could start over with her. Make her fall for him...then dump her heart all over the place. What goes around comes around, after all. Cloud groaned as he slid a hand down his face. He looked to his left at the bedside clock. 1:30pm. He had a photo shoot at 1:50pm. Vincent was going to chew his ass off for this one.
A/N: Sorry for the late update! My profile will explain it. But ur reviews really inspired my and I felt I had an obligation to write a next chapter for you guys. Thank you soooooo much, 21 REVIEWS!
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